There are only 3 things I was certain about. One;I had become Satan's new toy. Two;There was a part of him, and I don't know how dominant that part may be, that was pulled to my soul and existence. And three; I was irrevocably and unconditionally, fucked.
Rating 5/5 Word Count 1049 Review this Chapter
Darling, what is going on?
Honestly, that never happened, lying is your favorite passion
Leave me, go where you belong,
Higher heels and lipstick napkins, dying is the latest fashion
The frustration, it's a regular thing,
I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me
A certain girl she took her hand and put in my lap,
"It's way to-" she said, "Once you have me you'll always come back"
- - - - - - - - -
"Okay, so let me get this straight. You are planning to wait 'till marriage before you have sex?"
"Not planning, I am."
"That is positively the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard," I snorted into my waxy green apple.
Jessica furrowed her eyebrows.
"Why would you say that?" she asked with a roll of the eyes. I took a deep breath before I spoke.
"Because if you haven't had sex before, how would you know if you're sexually compatible?" I questioned, taking a bite out of said apple.
"I don't know about you, but I don't think it would be that great to be married to a terrible lay."
She blinked for a moment.
"But if you truly love them, than none of that should matter," she argued.
"I guess, but I doubt a sexless marriage would be that satisfying, considering the long hours you would have to be putting in, in order to distract yourself from the dull, passionless life you are leading with your partner. That being said, we haven't even factored in children, which would have been the only cause for such intercourse."
"Those children would probably be ones like many others, balancing from one parent's house to the other, all because of a sexless, tedious marriage, that had a good start but ended in harsh, painful divorce." I grumbled, foundling the apple core with my hands.
"Are you sure you're not like, forty?" Jessica joked.
"Tell me about it," I dead-panned.
I guess you could say Jessica and I had a sort of love/hate relationship, her being the ever-devoted Christian child, and me being the opinionated Atheist. No, our religions didn't really have anything to do with our friendship, but it was nice to believe so.
Her boyfriend Ben, happens to be one of my best friends, and being in our early teens, meant their relationship was an awkward we-never-actually-hang-out-or-act-like-a-couple- because-we-are-little-pussies-but-we-are-still-going-out kind of relationship. Enough said.
The issue here is that I am not scared by physical contact, and tend to 'friend flirt' with him, causing her imminent jealousy.
I, personally, don't give a fuck, and neither does he.
"You know, if you tried, you could be genuinely happy," she gave me a pointed look, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, the daggers." I spoke out sarcastically, holding my chest.
She rolled her eyes, and stood.
"Come on, fool, lunch is almost over," she said, dumping her untouched meal in the trash.
It won't last long; she'll be stuffing her face in a few hours.
Anorexia didn't work out for Jess, she never had enough determination.
Then again, I doubt I could ever have half the ambition she did.
There, there, now Isabella, don't be so hard on yourself.
I sighed internally.
I sometimes forget that there is someone else in my head, other than myself.
As you wish...
I swiftly chucked my leftovers in the trash, and walked hastily to my locker.
Dialling my combo, I pulled sharply at the lock, making it snap open.
Which block was next....? I thought to myself, picking up my Social Studies, Science, and English text books. I slammed the small tin door in exasperation and was met with a face. A far too familiar one at that.
"The wings are a bit much, no?" I voiced, quickly scanning the halls before leaning casually against the wall of metal. He grinned wide enough to make the Cheshire himself proud.
"I think they're pretty cool, they give off an 'I'm a mythical creature' kind of vibe, don't they?" he quipped, running a coal feather in between his long fingers.
"What's the point? I'm the only one that can see you." I pointed out, walking briskly down the hallway.
"I thought chicks dig the whole 'bad boy, evil demon, Master Satan of the eternal realm' thing." he murmured, the presence of finger quotations dully noted.
"Yes, well, I guess actually being Satan can put them off." I snapped sternly.
I halted and rounded on my infuriating follower, who was currently clad in a long black coat, and some sort of black pant. I had a feeling he didn't fancy shirts too much.
"Don't you have other, more devilish things to be doing?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Like what, raping and pillaging? Or perhaps you meant paperwork?" he snorted.
I let out a sigh.
"I don't really care, as long as it keeps you far away from me," I drone, closing my eyes.
He let out a boisterous laugh.
"Oh, dear Isabella. Dear, naive ,Isabella," he cooed, cupping my cheek in his palm. "You know I only want one thing...well, two...."
I took a deep breath.
I knew exactly what he wanted.
Such a sweet, young, pure soul, so innocent...
His words ran deep in my memories.
Only a small bargain, just a trade...
As much as I didn't want to believe it.
You can keep your life, complete your existence on this earth...
There was absolutely no getting around it.
But your virginity, along with your soul shall belong to me...
There were only three things I was certain about;
One; I had become Satan's new toy.
Two; There was some part of him, and I'm not sure how dominant that part may be, that was pulled to my soul and existence.
I was irrevocably and unconditionally, fucked.
- - - - - - - - -
I know, you love to resist, and all it takes is a kiss and you just
Love to hate me
You know, you love all the lies, so don't act surprised that I just
Love to hate you
I kissed your lips you pulled my hair, it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who love to hate...